After exploring the Arts District and getting our fill of Mexican food, we drove over to our original destination: Shelter Island. By the time we got there, the sun was already setting, out of our view, behind the Point Loma Peninsula. The lighting was magical. The waters were smooth like polished liquid stone and their surfaces iridescent with the colors of the sunset.
STEPPING INTO A WORLD OF COLOR
As soon as we parked it was clear we were stepping out of our car and through a portal to another world. The world was washed in hues of orange, yellow, blue, purple, and pink. My photos don’t adequately show the vibrance, brilliance, and glow. We were at Shelter Island, only, this was the fairyland version of it.
SURPRISED BY NATURE
We had barely stepped through our portal and set our gaze on the still waters when a sea lion surfaced, took a breath, and slid back under the water. Acorn and I both gasped and said to each other at the same time: “Did you see?!” Paul caught a glimpse as he resurfaced, farther down the way, for another breath of air. The seagulls were unbothered by our arrival. The pelican, however, kept a watchful eye and did leave when he felt we had gotten close enough. While I didn’t mean to disturb him, watching him glide just above the water’s surface was magical too.
TWILIGHT TO NIGHT
While I certainly could have taken more… my mind, senses, and heart were full. When the skies faded from color to black, and we felt the chill of the sun’s leaving, we made our way back to the car and left for home.
Shelter Island has always been near and dear to our hearts. We have so many hours logged there. This evening felt like an extravagant gift to all of us on the occasion of Paul’s birthday.